Thank you dovon, smithsonian negro museum hero member. Thank you. you uplifted me and added ingredients to my big chulent of recovery. Here are 3 more posts to make your hair turn white.
7up, if you see this, I think this post can help you reach out easily to another, because it's mamesh up your alley. Save Rambo, and send over some cookies if you please can. 7up, your'e good at turning the tables on the poster and able to say "you know tzaddik90, i think this is all because YOU eat snails..and that's why...". And that is what i need here.
I am in alot of pain right now. I am not about to act out because of it, because by the good grace of God, I am a RECOVERING sexaholic, and my front lines are now drawn mostly beyond the lust fronteer to hatred, fear, resentment, and shalom bayis.
I am not posting like I used to because I was DEPENDANT on the forum or others to survive my bumps in life. Everyone needs friends, or so they tell me, but being DEPENDANT on something and impulsively using it to help you is a drug, an addiction, as well.
I am posting it in order to heal.
I don't know the steps well enough yet, esp. the fourth, to come out of this unscathed. I saw a lady in SA who related that by doing her 4th step the wrong way, she just seethed with anger and fury.
I don't want to get angrier, nor do i want suppression. I want surrender. Now, the story.
I hate my brother. More than anyone in the world. I cannot easily let go of the hatred; I carry it with me to bed, to the makolet, to the shteeble. I am not putting it down.
I hate him so much, the day i saw his face step foot here for his year in Ey during Elul, i could not look him in the face. Only with my abusive father, who added hell to my life so much and to my family, was there a period where i couldnt look at him in the eye. Even now, i can look at Dad, after having done lots of work. But my brother, it's like deja-vu, the same seething hatred all over again.
Let me do this 4th step right here and now, at 4am, in pain from stress at boiling point, typing to you. It will only be per my understanding of the 4th step as it is now.
Who? My little brother.
What? I hate him so deeply. I don't wish him dead, God forbid, but i wish i never knew him.
Why? What, according to my perception, did he do to me?
Answer-he is my brother. Therefore, whether I like it or not, i have a natural love and care for his wellbeing. Therefore, seeing him in such a terrible state of recovery and depression all the time, along with his other unsightly character defects, i just cannot bear to see his face. His face constantly reflects sadness, resentment, confusion, anger, lust, selfishness...to the extreme. It's too painful to me.
I will write two paragraphs now. The first will describe how my brother and his problems is making my life unmanagable. The second paragraph will show how really it all has to do with my own faults and lack of healthy living while i am placed within this test. I cant be too rational, or i will lose all the feelings that i need to express.
Paragraph one:
Since my brother has landed here this year, he has been pathetically helpless. Because of his inability to cope in slightly difficult situations, like acclimating to a new envirement or yeshiva, PLUS his complete lack of social skills and common sense, he has been the burder par excellance.
He needed a dira and couldnt find one on his own, big brother comes swooping down to help.
He felt his rebbi wasnt ever gonna make a kesher with him, big brother calls rebbi, tells him, and puts brother and rebbi on phone together.
He doesnt know when or where anything is, ever, and too cowardly to ask directions-big brother helps him on phone.
He acts absolutley nuts and unbalanced and has crying fits all the time, big brother finds him a therapist.
He has no money for therapist, big brother pays for therapist, hoping to get paid back soon from some tzedaka money out of the sky.
He is unpleasant to be with, a real freak, who can stand next to you and tell you boring stories about the rabbeim in his old yeshiva, the demi-gods they were, their quotes and breathing habbits, all the while following you around the house and relentlessly talking AT you these stupid stories. Every meal is an hour of these stories, uninterrupted. He laks the common sense to know how to shmooz, make friends, enjoy himself.
He comes for shabbos and leaves the toilet seat up, reminding me that he is like a beast who grew up with the wolves, making me more pained.
He makes number two in our house and doesnt care to clean up what he left on the inside of the bowl that the water didnt bring down.
He ALWAYS leaves his plate on the table, or cup, for us to gather, even when everyone has taken away their own plate.
He gets upset at me that i dont treat him like a brother, which is true. I see him as a mental patient, and so it it a challenge. If only he knew how to go for a smoke, chill out, shmooz, i can do that with just about anyone. But to want me to shmooz with him every time i see his contorted face, and without his shmooozing back about anything of normal or interesting semblence.
He's got no friends, is highly dependant on others. he asks thursday if he can come for shabbos, the answer may be no since wer'e going away ourselves, and then he gets offended.
He just walks in when he comes. No pre call. After shabbos, he can just live here for hours until we use the right techniques to safely remove him.
He once admitted to me he fantasizes about men, and acted out with men, which to me is vomit inducing, and then he wanted to....hug. So he hugged me, and i just stood like a statue and felt the way a woman must feel being the object of lust. What a sick feeling. I wanted to throw up.
On the phone, to give advice to him when it is convenient for me, no problem, but in person, i just cant. Whem he comes by, i simply dont talk to him, my tzadeikess wife feels bad for him, and tries to talk a bit with him while i sit there and pretend to learn.
He is such a nebech. A needy selfish, annoying, unpleasant person. Unless youv'e got true love for this kid, your'e not gonna get anything back from this relationship. Not even enough to just encourage you to invite him again and give him some tlc that he needs.
He gets defensive about just about anything in a good convo. -"what! i never said the rashba holds it's mutar!!!" when he says this he gives you such a look of contempt that you wish you never met him.
I used to think if i did not help him, no one would. God gave me so many tools like a good therapist, gye, sa, best friends, rabbeim, etc.-all helped me be able to live semi-happily and marginally normal, still growing.
But no one helps brother. He's got no friends, rabbeim, internet support forums, SA, or just about anything. his therapist is a load of junk. Mine was real amazing, but who will pay 130$ hour once a week for my brother to see him? not parents, not me. How did i pay for my own therapy? simple-my tzaddik of a rosh yeshiva took 5000$ out of the yeshiva account, and saved my life with that money. He had to go fundraise it all back. For my brother, no one has waved even an agoorot to him yet.
He wanted to go to one of these weekend life coaching workshops, he says i know its 500 bucks buti got no money, and i need this more than anyone here-look at me. Guess what? they gave him a 100$ scholarship, very nice. They didnt do for him what my rebbi did for me. You know, of all the rabbanim on this planet, i dont know of more than a handful that would finance someone like my brother. He went to his workshop. I lent him 200$. When will i get it back? dont know. But im pained that by his own efforts and by the lack of interest of those around him, he still needs so much, and almost no one is helping him. I used to get horrible rid, thinking his burden was upon me.
Now i know that God will take care of his child better than i can or will. When? how? i havent figured it out. But i dont want to be a kofer, so God will hopefully help him somehow.
He also has an identity crisis, so he lives yeshivish but knows its not for him, and get a really yeshivish haircut even though he never made any transition properly into that group, and he doent even want to be yeshivish-so he's just an outward expression of confusion and mismatched fashion.
He also has this skin condition where dandruff in the truckloads is all over his shoulders at any second. and he Doesnt brush it off. ever.
Lastly (or else i wont stop), to boost his self esteem, he walks around like melody from archie comic books, always singing. He'll sing by himself, with you, at you, when there's a lull in the convo. , and he always imitates shwekey. It's one thing to sing with what ever God given voice you have, but when u imitate shwekey mamesh, and you tell everyone at every meal you go to that you have such a good voice and you used to sound more like shwekey, now you just have a cold... .And you praise your own voice as if your'e yossele rosenblatt 5 times each shabbos. I can't stand it. I hate it. It's so fake.
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Now, to just intervene before 2nd paragraph,
my brother called me up on erev yom tov, 11 am and says "iv'e got gastrointiritis, what should i do?" big brother tells him how to go to doctor, etc. Then brother basically tells me he needs a place for yom tov. Can you please explain to me what he thought his plans were for yom tov before 11am erev yom tov? answer-he thought he was coming here.
Okay. Well, my son has been sick for over 12 days, he's a baby, so i aint letting bro sleep here.
Well, my shviger doesnt want him there either, even though they are biggest baley chessed, bec. their child died of meningitis and so shviger has a phobia for sick people and germs. okay, so now lets have stressful conversation with wife, plotzing to find a place for the brother to say at, this close to yom tov, just four hours before licht.
That's my brother. Even when i am not involved, Hashem involves me. And of course we neglected him the whole yom tov, because we had to go to a family bar mitzvah and eat all meals there and make the rounds of hi how are you. And my son got sicker after taking amoxipen for ten days. he started getting rashes on his body,......was difficult yom tov.
So now he feels again like i didnt spend time with him.
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Now, for step five, i think i want to take him out on an all day trip together, just me and him. So that i can try to love him and give him the love he needs. and take right opportunity either then, or after in a restaurant, to apologize, big book style.
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Back to step 4:
Paragraph two: i told you what i hate abot my brother. He is really a nice guy, a nice brother.
It's just that my love for him is enough that when i see him in this state, i cant bear to look at him, and i hate that pain that he reflects to me. My pain, which i get from seeing him, is what i hate. So i dont hate him really. True there are undesirable things about him. But i hate what i feel by knowing him.
And there are many behind the scene asociations with my own days when i was that messed up, and asociations with my father abusing me, etc. So it's really all in me, this hatred. I hate the way i act from him.
So i shift perspective:
I am no longer his brother, you see, because brothers at this age usually have some reciprocal relashionship, even just going together for shawarma.
Instead, i am like his loving father, who has a child who is not doing well, and a fahter never gives up on his children-bec. he loves them so much. He gives them care, his ears, and attention. So i started saying i hate my brother. i see now without rationalizing that i love him, and i hatehow i feel when i see him. For that hatred, i can work on shift of perspective.
I know being the father figure cannot ever interfere with my marriage, i know that type stuff already the hard way. As 7up once told me, no one can replace a husband and a father, so u gotta be %100 there for mrs. wife and kids.
But when im with him, i can have the love of a father. He anyways has no father, since we are orphaned with parents from abuse. I was the father and husband of family for many years in an unhealthy way, in the old days. Now, to be a father means to lovve him like a father would. From my fahter i got no clue how to love a son, but by beng a father myself and loving my children, i DO know.
Yisrael, I do love you. How are you feeling today? What's going on? Did you read anything interesting lately?-avi, in SA, sober 6 weeks
For the next post: a mekubal tzaddik niflah told me i think that i am king of the world, now a little less, but its that filthy ego that is preventing me from all my rum maalos. He said i am a worm, im klum. Just the day before i saw this tzaddik with 24/7 ruach hakodesh/hasaga, i said to myself about 100 times "avi, surrender your ego." i am a tola'at. i want to say this here more to work on it. i am a tola'at. another 2 posts to come, unrelated to brother post.